Unexpected

Chapter 17

The next morning, I woke up feeling all tired. I checked the clock and it was 8:30, I should probably get up. So, I got up and dressed in casual clothes.

I walked downstairs and saw my brother sitting all alone at the counter.

"Good morning," I said.

He turned his head up, I saw tears in his eyes.

"Mom overdosed with alcohol," he says, "I called 911 earlier this morning."

"Wait, actually?" I asked.

He sobs, "Yeah, and she fainted. I'm scared Y/n, I'm scared!"

I approached him and rubbed his back. "It's gonna be okay," I comforted.

He looked at me, "How do you know that?"

I sigh, "Yeah-Yeah, I'm scared too. She overdosed which can lead to many complicated effects, but we knew it would happen someday. Being the older sibling makes me feel guilty because I should've told someone about her addiction earlier."

"It's not your fault," he says, "it's life."

A few seconds later, there were knocks on the door.

"I'll go get it," I mumbled. I walked up to the front door and opened it. It was Benny and his mom.

"Oh hi," I said.

"Hi," Benny replied.

"The doctor called our phone and said your mom wants you guys to visit her in the hospital. So, if you guys want a ride, then we can go now," Mrs. Rodriguez offered.

I nodded my head. "We'll go," I turn my head around, "come on Alan."

We walked out of the house and I locked the door. We went over to Mrs. Rodriguez's car and went inside.

"It's a van, you guys can sit in the back altogether," she pointed.

I nodded my head and went all the way to the back. Alan and Benny sat in the row in front of me.  We buckled our seat belts. Mrs. Rodriguez turned on the engine, "Let's go," she said.

She drove us over to the hospital, we stayed completely silent. I was so worried about Mom, what if we were too late? 

We finally arrived, she parked the car and we got out.

We went inside the hospital. Benny, Alan, and I sat in the waiting room while Mrs. Rodriguez was at the front desk asking to visit my mom.

She signaled us to follow her and the doctor to the room my mom was in.

Alan grabbed my arm, "I'm scared."

I sighed, "You said it yourself, it's life."

We took the elevator to head up to the level the room was on.

Level 4... room 42

I hated this weird feeling, the feeling that Mom might actually- wait no let's keep things positive here. Never mind, that's impossible.

We headed over to the room. I saw Mom laying in there, not making a slight movement. She was immobile, and cannot move.

The doctors turned it over to us.

"She overdosed, like a whole lot. Does she drink often?" one of them asked.

I took a deep breath. "Well no shit, she drinks like 10 of them a day!" I yelled, pointing at her.

"Did you tell anyone?" another one asked.

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so, I regret it," I said.